My biggest frustration lately, has been my sweety pants, Trey. He was such a good natured baby. Around 18 months of age, I believe aliens must have invaded his body. He became such a vicious little creature. He spends a great deal of every day in time-out. Tonight, however, I had the rare treat of nice Trey emerging. He was so cute and fun. I almost hated putting him in bed. I am hopeful that there will be many more nice Trey days ahead.
Christmas (my latest song)
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